Be brave to bear, to suffer, to forgive;
Life's tempestuous billows wildly roll
But love and live.
Chill not the heart that trusts thee, though thine eyes
With tears are dim, and ev'ry effort pain;
A day reveals, perchance, this sad surprise,
Eternal gain.
Chill not the heart that trusts thee, dark indeed
The way may seem, but sacred is the trust
Of faith, which while it may not stoop to plead